issue53thegravity

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***BIO*** amanda oaks is jobless and stationed in san diego right now, ready to make the cross-country trek back to the east coast, but with gas prices and all, she might get stuck in the mid-west, or some shit. you can keep up with her here: http://livejournal.com/users/comfortchaos (she warns you, she's kinda boring.) she also, in her spare time, runs
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the gravity: iron hearts you can’t save or kick start

by Amanda Oaks

you see, she sat there
and didn’t say a fuckin’ word
worth hearing
all night,
sipping on her light beer,
she was some kind of sadist alright,
with a silver grin and wine-red nails,
inhaling and exhaling
every solitary soul in the place

dead-center at the bar,
she stole glances of herself in the mirror
behind liquor bottles half full,
behind the bartender’s petite tits,
viper tongued and slick lipped
she easily got lost
in the process
of rolling cigarettes,
she was devoted to the labor of hating,
laborious, one might say,
but oh no, she wasn’t foolin’ me
or anyone in the place
because under that hardy masquerade,
that she paraded around
every fading day,
bitterness was dripping
into a pool of discontent
drowning future experiences
before
their first breath

i studied her
from across the bar,
swelling the room with smoke,
taking part
in filling the ashtray
between me
and a slurring,
alcoholic-eyed pappy,
wondering why,
it was so hard for her,
because even those
born blind,
never even seeing
one ounce
of this world’s beauty,
know
how to smile

Nov. 2005